There’s a breeze blowing <br />through the Hollywood Hills tonight, <br />whispering secrets to the trees, <br />and I’m climbing a stairway to the stars, <br />because Valentino’s waiting... <br /> <br /> And he wants to show me Falcon Lair, <br /> he wants to feed me alligator pears, <br /> he wants to drive as fast as he can, <br /> he wants me to speak Italian, <br /> and he’s waiting, Valentino’s waiting... <br /> <br /> And he wants to sing about the Shalimar, <br /> he wants to make me a silent movie star, <br /> he wants to show me the desert moon, <br /> he wants me to read his latest poem, <br /> and he’s waiting, Valentino’s waiting... <br /> <br />And this time he doesn’t die, he feels like the sun, <br />and he’s waiting, Valentino’s waiting...<br /><br />Moonchild Diva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentino-s-waiting/
